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kaypeace21 · 4 years ago

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What was the first moment or scene that made you suspect or realize Will can alter reality? 🙋🏾‍♂️

Hi, anon. :) I think it wasn’t 1 thing in particular but an amalgamation of things. S3 was probably what made everything ‘click’ in my mind. But there were A LOT of things in prior seasons that made me scratch my head - such as the connection/parallels of certain human/nonhuman characters to Will. And I was trying to figure out-what the narrative explanation was for all of this.

But I think what made me think of Will altering reality ...was mostly how the media Will consumed affected the supernatural plot specifically . And how the mf was connected to Will’s emotional state and “Will the wise”.Of course this is all unconscious on Will’s part-and he’s unaware. I won’t mention outside film inspos just what’s in the show- for this post.

s1: the demogorgans are connected to Will playing the game.Like how rolling the 7 in d&d caused him to be captured by the demogorgan in the game and real life. And how in the game the demogorgan is attracted to blood so it is irl. The weakness of the demogorgan being fire. And in a s1flashback- Will mentions Will the wise using fire powers against the bad guys. Duffers (in interviews) and Nancy saying the demogrogan was like a shark- and Will has a Jaws poster in his room. And in s1, Will watches poltergeist and is thrust into the same scenario as the little girl (being trapped in another dimension- where the mothers can only hear their voices and communicate to them through electronics ). The fact Will can mess with electronics similar to other psychics, and the monsters.In s1 Mr clarke describes the vale of shadows (later the upsidedown) as being created by “necrotic” (’dead’-zombie boy) and “shadow” (shadow monster/mf) magic.

s2/3: Mike says he was Venkman. And Will is thrust into the same scenario as Venkman’s love interest.Dana finds a demon-dog in her fridge, and hires the ghost busters. And right before Venkman goes on a date with her she is possessed by the big-bad, Zuul, and is transformed into the gate-keeper (who controls demo(n)-dogs). Venkman proceeded to try to talk to the real Dana , ignoring her possessed form and eventually realizes how serious her condition is, is forced to sedate her. Eventually with the help of his team, Venkman closes the gate to Zuul’s dimension, rescuing Dana in the process.

-In s2 Will also plays dig dug which is about underground mazes- so the supernatural underground caves are made in s2. And it’s a callback to the s1 d&d game with “troglodytes “ (cave men). And in s3 the Russians had the underground lab too - sort of being the troglodytes in a way.

-Will is called ‘zombie boy’ and in s3 when Will watches a zombie movie and writes a d&d story about juju zombies- the mf creates zombies and creates a monster resembling the thing (because when Will was writing his d&d story he was next to the ‘the thing’ poster in s3). When Mike hijacks Will’s d&d story saying ‘they’ll torch the chambers, sacrificing themselves killing the juju ’. Will gets angry and yells “Fine, you win.” And then Joyce and Hopper do just that- when they pull the lever, and Hopper ‘dies’ sacrificing himself, and the Russians literally are eviscerated.

-Will says ‘will the wise’ is a wizard ( writing on a music tape in s3 “will the wise-wizard mix’ and having his password for castle byers be ‘rhadaghast’- a lotr wizard.) In d&d Mindflayers are created by inserting a slug in a humanoid (like Will at the end of s1). And similar to Will’s s3 d&d story-Will says in s2 the mf drawing was for a story he was writing (which isn’t exactly the truth, but close to what is happening).The way they describe d&d Wizards matches Will/mf perfectly “Wizards are adepts and magicians . wizards are able to create spells of explosive fire, sparking lightning, subtle deception, and gross mind control. Their magic summons monsters from other planes of existence, predicts the future, and turns defeated enemies into zombies. Their most powerful spells can transform one substance into another, summon meteors from the sky, and open portals to other worlds”. Dustin says the mf uses it’s “highly developed psyionic powers for mindcontrol.” Nancy in s2 says: “So this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything.” And accidentally calls the mind-flayer the mind-flamer ( WW had fire power).Hopper then says “So how do we kill this thing shoot it with fireballs?”And Dustin says “ No, No, fireballs you summon an undead army.”Referencing Will (fire)and foreshadowing of the zombie-esque people Will caused in s3.But Mike actually nails it on the head when he says, “If the brain dies the body dies … closing the gate will kill him(referring to Will).Because it’s not the mindflayers’ brain - it’s Will’s brain- that both Will and the mf share!

Joyce describes the tunnels Will draws as “like lightning” (a power Will the wise was shown to have in s1 and mf has in s2).And note in s1 we are told Lonnie taught Will baseball (and this was when Jon told Will not to mimic him)- and suspiciously there is a baseball and baseball-mitt next to the ‘shadow monster’ (mf) drawing in s2, and a bat (next to the ww drawing in castle byers in s3). Cause mf= ww. Will lies and says the mf is just a sketch for a story he’s writing- but even if that’s not exactly true. The mf is still something he unconsciously created. And the mf comes in s2 during Will’s PTSD “anniversary effect” and in s3 everytime Will is thinking of his romantic feelings for Mike (why the mf shows up in the summer despite light being his weakness). 1st time it’s on one of their ‘movie dates’, 2nd time when Will is sad when Mike and El walk off together down the hill to make-out, , 3rd time right after he smashed castle byers after Mike says “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”, 4th time (after the fight with Mike) when Billy is yelling to open the door (a trigger) and confides in Mike, 5th time when Mike asks him to go away so he can talk to El in the hospital waiting area, and 6th time when Mike says he loves El.

-Susie in s3 references the ‘A wizard of Eathsea’ -it’s about a male wizard Ged (Will) who casts a powerful spell, but the spell goes awry and instead he releases a shadow creature! The new Archmage, Gensher, describes the shadow as an ancient evil that wishes to possess Ged. But the ‘shadow’ turns out to be a representation of the darkest aspects of his personality. And the only way for the chaos to stop is for ged and the shadow to merge.

-‘the dark crystal’ movie poster in Mike’s room is about a race called urSkeks who inadvertently divided themselves into two separate beings; the violent, materialistic Skeksis, and the gentle, contemplative urRu. It was only when they merged back together as one could harmony and peace be restored to the world.

- Montauk Project’- The original title for Stranger things was “Montauk”- in reference to the Montauk Project. Where Duncan could “open portals to other dimensions- and lets loose a monster from his subconscious.”

- In s1 Hopper says he likes the book cujo , that one of the guards is reading, and at the end of the book they replace the dog Cujo with a dog named Willie. A ref to Will creating the demo-dogs. The fact in s2 Chester (Will’s dog) died at the same time the demo-dogs appeared is probably not a coincidence.

- Susie has a wizard of oz poster & in s2 when murray mentions the supernatural he references the movie.He references Wizard of Oz by saying “people don’t like looking behind the curtain” (in the movie what was behind the curtain was a wizard-Will).

-in s3 Will & El parallel (sebastian & Atreyu from neverending story). Which Dustin references in s3.“Atreyu (who was deemed the ‘chosen one) is thrown into the sea of possibilities (beach in cali). There he wakes on the shore of abandoned ruins (junkyard for El). There Gmork (The Mindflayer) reveals himself, having been lying in wait.He explains that Fantasia represents humanity’s imagination and is thus without boundaries, while the Nothing is a manifestation of the loss of hopes and dreams. And then latches his jaws onto Atreyu’s leg (like what happened to El).The Empress in the story later tells Atreyu, that despite being told he was the chosen one (he never was). And that it was always Bastian (Will) who was the chosen one -that could save them, all along! And that Atreyu’s (El’s) story, and “others” (the rest of the st cast) are following Bastian’s (Will’s) story all along, making them all part of his neverending story. The Empress tells Bastian that he has the power to save them using his imagination.”*Bastian has a bowl cut, appears to be a normal human, and from a single parent house hold. Bastian even temporarily goes evil after he loses his memories (just like Will).

IT ALL CONNECTS BACK TO WIIL!

* There’s also A LOT more evidence - like the many other correlations/parallels/eastereggs to Will and other human characters (El, Kali, Terry, Brenner, Max, Billy, Hopper, Alexi, Etc) who I believe Will created. As well as the parallels to Lonnie and the demogrogan(which in d&d is called “the deep father”). I recommend reading my THEORY HERE for all that other evidence. It also includes the cited inspos for the show there too (which i didn’t mention in this post). It’s a very long post-but I believe worth reading.

#will byers #stranger things #byler #did theory

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spookyspaghettisundae · 4 years ago

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Like the Rat You Are

Rows upon rows of metal carcasses towered on both sides of the narrow valley of steel. Piles of trashed automobile wrecks, silent and dead, stacked to the high heavens. Metal and plastic scrap parts littered the dirty ground in between these monoliths of trash. Broken glass crunched underneath Kevin’s boot.

The sound of it echoed through these artificial canyons of industrial refuse, causing him to pause and look around with a sensation bordering on a panic. Under the cover of night, in the dead silence, that sound sliced through the sky like a knife. His heart raced, accelerating to ever greater heights as he held his breath and listened for any audible clue of reactions to the noise he had inadvertently caused.

After nearly a minute passed, he continued creeping through the junkyard. Closer and closer to the head office at its center, sneaking underneath the looming shadow of the claw that the crane and magnet-arms cast in the moonlight. He tried peering through windows to see inside the dark office, but grime and filth caked its panes, obscuring everything within.

The rusty metal of the door’s handle felt cold in his hand as he gripped it. And twisted. The door was open. Unlocked. Made sense, given that most of Dusty’s security focused on the entering the premises, rather than what was on the messy grounds.

For a moment, Kevin thought that he might succeed at this without anybody dying, after all.

He stepped inside and looked around. It smelled of metal dust and rust. And of the cold itself. It was deeply cold in here, almost more so than outside. So cold that his breath condensed into little clouds just in front of his mouth. That all disappeared when he closed the door behind himself.

The faint remnants of light that managed to seep in through the dirt on the office windows rendered everything in vague, dark silhouettes. There were probably shelves stacked with things, and chairs, and a desk. And yet other things, bunched up against the wall.

To shed some light, he removed a stainless steel lighter from his leather jacket’s pocket, flicked it open, and snapped the flint so it produced its tiny flame. With luck, tiny enough to not be too conspicuous, but enough to see anything in there.

Without any sign of life in the junkyard except for himself, and a more deafening silence inside the office, his heartbeat calmed from the pace it had picked up during his stealthy approach. He swallowed and took in his surroundings.

Most of what he expected to find in Dusty McVeigh’s office was there. The place was a terrible mess, but not any worse than some of the trailer trash homes, dingy motels, abandoned derelicts filled with squatters, and other run-down places Kevin had been in and out of over the course of the past year. Sometimes, that’s just where our mystical journeys take us. This was Kevin’s path.

A pile of random junk cluttered Dusty’s desk, but none of it caught Kevin’s eye. The things that stood out the most were the big solid black safe next to the water cooler—presumably what he had come here for—and an easel with a painting on it, standing all lonely in middle of the room.

The impressionist painting really drew and kept Kevin’s attention. It depicted this same room, with a view through the window onto the junkyard on a bright sunny day.

It was a damn good painting, too, he thought to himself. If Dusty had made this, then he had some serious talent. Maybe he should make a living in art instead of stealing from occult collectors?

The irony of his own thoughts was not lost on him, fully well aware that he was going to steal something from Dusty now.

The artifact had to be inside that safe. It would be the perfect place to keep it secure.

Kevin sidled up to the small vault and looked it over, inspecting its size and make. It looked extremely heavy, like a tow truck would have to drag it out of there, and it had been bolted down onto the floor. So taking the whole shebang was out of the question.

Combination lock. No way of guessing the numbers—Dusty was clever. The bastard would never use any easy combination that anybody could guess. The junkyard owner was missing half his teeth due to a crippling meth addiction and constantly smeared in dirt and motor oil all over, but Dusty McVeigh probably had the IQ of a super-genius. No other way he could work the juju he worked.

Kevin knew better than to just blindly try out different combinations on the lock. Instead, he pressed the tip of his index and middle fingers up against the number wheel of the lock and whispered while inhaling, “Diopes dism, emnothesis iento vingnorm. Mag crein.”

As he focused and the painful words escaped his lips, jumbles of mundane words and numbers coalesced in his mind. He started seeing, hearing, and tasting broken thoughts—thoughts stolen from the void to which Dusty’s thoughts had trailed off to in previous days.

Gazing into the sky while high as a kite, lying on the hood of an old muscle car. Furiously jacking off to photos of half-naked women in magazine advertisements. The cool calm nerves that came with smoking a cigarette after a long day of hard work. An argument with his friend and the pain his knuckles from throwing and landing a punch that connected to bone. Words that did not connect to sentences, numbers that did not belong together. Strings of arcane symbols that Dusty thought about a lot in his occult studies. Lots of books, most of them fiction.

Instead of drawing a sequence of numbers that opened the safe, something else took shape in Kevin’s mind. A pair of eyes. Glaring. Furious. Staring at him through the veil.

Not a memory. But the here and now. Elsewhere, but connected over a bridge of all things ethereal. Dusty had woken up—jolted awake because he had secured this safe with a spell of his own. Something that flared up the moment Kevin had tried to suss out the combination from the environs of the lock itself. Magick bound to the entire safe, clashing with Kevin’s spell, alerting Dusty to an intruder’s presence tampering with the safe in any way—including the intangible ways of magick.

There it was again: the racing heartbeat. Cold sweat erupting from Kevin’s pores. The feeling that bordered on panic, however, had returned with a vengeance. Full-blooded panic now, causing his glands to pump mind-numbing adrenaline throughout his body.

He had to act quickly now. Get creative.

A German shepherd’s barking in the distance underlined that growing sense of urgency balling up into a tight pit in Kevin’s stomach. Floodlights switched on outside, one by one. Bathing the towering piles of car husks in a glaring bright white shine. Turning the whole junkyard into a sea of light.

Before Kevin severed his spell—and thus the connection to that burning image of Dusty’s eyes, he last glimpsed bony hands with dirt under the fingernails gripping a shotgun. Loading slugs into its chamber. Pumping some mechanism, pumping little black-powder-powered agents of death.

Kevin stuffed the lighter back into his pocket, as the floodlights outside did their part in illuminating the office well enough for him to see everything clearly.

He scanned the desk with haste, looking for anything he could use.

Junk—just a lot of junk. He looked around the shelves, finding only tools, scrap parts, and more trash. Nothing useful. Not even a damned thing he could improvise as a useful weapon.

The barking neared. Someone shouted something. Dusty probably would be bringing company, both canine and human. Likely armed to the teeth. Everybody had guns in this neck of the woods, and the six-shooter weighing a ton in Kevin’s pocket would never have enough bullets for all of them. Not like he was much of a fighter anyway; the thing was usually more for show and coercion than anything else.

Then the painting caught his eye again. Dusty was clever, but so was Kevin. A desperate idea formed in his brain; something that might even work out.

The safe was depicted on the painting, too. Dusty’s meticulous attention to detail was going to be useful.

Kevin’s hands trembled as they dug through the assortment of junk on Dusty’s desk. Some of the useless objects clattered and clanked and fell off the surface of the desktop. Frustrated because he knew he had seen what he needed just seconds before but failed to find it now, he swept a whole load of items off the table, causing them to crash down onto the floor.

There it was: a thumbtack. It would serve well enough.

The noise outside got closer and closer. Probably less than a minute away. Creeping across that distance had taken Kevin minutes, but was a matter of seconds for the junkyard’s owner and his goon buddies.

Kevin licked his lips and stood in front of the painting.

“Wisthibrea, sestna wasterei velth, delwen sidrom,” he said, focusing on the painting with all his might. He repeated it again, blotting out the noise drawing ever closer outside.

Kevin then brought the thumbtack’s needle to the painting and began defacing it. Scratching over the safe’s depiction specifically. The scratching sounds swelled to deafening heights, swallowing all other sounds in the world to the point of turning the world around him silent.

He repeated the magick words a third time, this time just whispering them, but every syllable oozing out with clarity and purpose that resonated with the cosmos. He could practically feel the gravity of the stars all around, piercing the nightly sky and those stars seeing him simultaneously. Watching, silently judging. Pulling.

The needle tore into the canvas, chipping away dried paint and ripping up the fabric until it was just shredded threads. He couldn’t even hear his own breathing anymore.

Kevin’s head swiveled and he looked at the safe. Its front was missing, just a gaping hole with frayed edges, solid metal looking like it had been chewed away by a giant with steel teeth.

The contents of the safe were his to take.

A bunch of papers, stacks of cash, and other shit he had no use for.

All he wanted was that small alabaster statuette. Its maker in the 1800s had carved it to look like a praying Franciscan monk, maybe even the eponymous old sage himself. The history behind this thing had no bearing right now, though; Kevin dismissed any such thoughts.

All that mattered was this artifact’s secret power. Not only did he need it to find and get Kim out of that infernal town in Washington, it was now his only ticket of getting out of this jam he had gotten himself into. He grabbed the statuette, clutched it with all his might. Not going to let it go easily, now.

The barking was just outside. Intense. Angry. Hungry, maybe.

Kevin concentrated, wracking his brain to remember the precise words he needed to use to wield this artifact properly.

The shouting had become much clearer, as well.

The man yelling was none other than Dusty himself, swearing up a storm, “You dumb son of a bitch! I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you skinny pale-faced cross-dressing motherfucker, you! I know it’s you! Come out and I’ll make it quick, shithead!”

The windows exploded into a flurry of glass shards, the deafening echo of the gunshot followed, ringing in Kevin’s ears. Something warm trickled down his forehead, which he found to be blood from a fresh cut, from the glass that had shattered in the shot.

He ducked behind the desk, making his way towards the door.

“You’re dead! You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”

Another shot tore a gaping hole through the office’s flimsy wall. A cloud of dust continued to roil in the air in its wake, dancing in the bright light flooding in through that hole.

The pain decided to set in with delay, maybe thanks to the adrenaline. Nothing about it was good though, as it clouded Kevin’s thoughts. He reeled, stumbling and then crawling towards the office’s only door.

The sticky hot mess seeping out between his fingers from his belly region splattered out onto the floor.

He had no time nor capacity to check how bad it really was. Kevin currently couldn’t even be sure if he had been hit by anything from Dusty’s shotgun directly, or if it was just debris that the shots that had blasted through the office wall. Blood was blood. An injury an injury.

It hurt like hell, stinging, and robbing him of the strength needed to spring back up into standing. Every movement burned with an unpleasant fire in his gut. Acting on instinct, he pressed his other hand against it while dragging himself closer to the door, the alabaster statuette clutched in his other hand. Dark crimson dots marred the otherwise pure white surface of the object—his own blood.

Another hit and Kevin would be a goner. It was time to go.

He stared at the statuette in his hand and began reciting the words.

“Etheris brahecket hisret dwerio—”

A coughing fit broke out and interrupted his own speech, and each revolving contraction allowed the pain to flare up even brighter, clouding his field of vision with a darkness encroaching from the edges and bright lights glaring against it, leaving a kaleidoscope of colorful blind spots behind. His eyesight blurred but he blinked several times to dispel that growing visual impairment.

Encouraged by hearing his suffering, Dusty shouted outside, “Yeah, you like that, you lil’ bitch? Gonna string you up and eviscerate your sorry ass. Like the rat you are!”

Kevin gritted his teeth and started from the top, training his stare on the statuette while he repeated the magick words.

It looked so serene. So pure. What it looked like on the surface meant nothing, however. What truly mattered was the life force bound to it. The karma, or dharma, or essence, or mojo, or whatever the hell anybody preferred to call it.

“Etheris brahecket hisret dweriomon,” Kevin recited the magick words. His voice trembled as he focused on the incantation, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his abdomen.

“Son of a—don’t stand around, you lazy fuckers! Get inside and end that walkin’ piece of shit!”

Shuffling of feet. Tiny pieces of garbage and gravel crunching underneath the heels of people nearing the office entrance. Kevin did not need to see them, he knew they were all pointing guns at the door, prepared to kill a man without a second thought.

“Shoshiame wielnod eneroh, plagat thereo eteneadeth,” Kevin finished. Then he started repeating it.

He grunted, struggled to get up on his feet. Another shot tore another hole into the office wall nearby, shattering more glass. Something cut him as a consequence of that, but it was minor and the other pain deep down overshadowed it all.

Kevin let go of his injury and grabbed the rusty metal handle of the office door, leaving a bloody hand print on it. Cold in between his fingers, countering the hot stickiness clinging to his skin. Coarse and rusty, he could practically taste it.

But he never tore his gaze off the statuette, and projected his mind elsewhere. Directed his thoughts to another place. A dank cellar underneath a strip club belonging to a friend of his.

It would do.

He squeezed, twisted the handle, and ripped the door open. Another shot echoed through the air. The dog barked louder and angrier, and the men neared.

But behind that door was that dank cellar, not the junkyard outside the office. Kevin lurched through and slammed the door shut behind him.

The door to the boiler room, adjacent of that dank cellar. Over a thousand miles away from Dusty’s junkyard. Bridging the gap of space between South Dakota and Cleveland.

The relic had worked quite well. Unlike Kevin’s legs, now.

He stumbled forth, coming to a halt against a pillar in the dusty, damp room. He slumped against it and slid down until he remained sitting on the ground, once more gripping the injury where his stomach should be. The blood continued pumping out from there, hot and crimson and sticky. And heralding doom.

He sighed and even that hurt, causing hellfire to ripple through his body from the injury.

Eat shit, Dusty, he thought to himself.

He had retrieved the artifact. But at what price? Everything had a price.

The statuette could do the trick in finding Kim, but that hinged on him surviving this now.

Too bad, though. The blood just continued to pump, like it had waited for this very day to escape his sorry skin. The pain overwhelmed him.

He slipped out of consciousness.

Without any hope of opening his eyes to see another day.

—Submitted by Wratts

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sundayswiththeilluminati · 5 years ago

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Cerberus+1

"Because three heads are good, but four are better." --Jeza "Jeopardy" Verlayn

Type: Auto Rifle

Slot: Kinetic | Energy | Heavy

Element: Kinetic | Stasis | Strand

Perk: Four-Headed Dog - Shoot erratic bullets from all four gun barrels at once.

Trait: Spread Shot Package - Aiming this weapon reduces the spread of its projectiles.

Masterworked Trait: Focused Fire - Hold reload to swap to a tighter, close-ranged spread.

Ornaments: Four-Headed Mongrel

Origin & Description: Cerberus+1 is a great example of the kind of incredibly dangerous bullshit only Guardians will pull. It’s built out of scrap strapped to a Golden Age microstellar dynamo called the Photonic Heart, an incredibly compact & powerful fusion energy source. In the usual manner of scavenging Guardians, Jeza "Jeopardy" Verlayn pulled the dynamo out of the ruined Golden Age arcologies built on Saturn's moon Titan. But on her way home with her prize an asteroid blindsided her and she crashed hard on the Tangled Shore, a lawless raft of tethered rocks and space junk in the asteroid belt. She woke up to find her ship a wreck and all her guns & equipment destroyed in the crash. So Jeza rounded up as many gun-chunks as she could find, bungee'd them to the dynamo’s power output, and blasted away with all four barrels. Behold: the Cerberus+1.

Cerberus+1's mismatched junkyard look isn't just aesthetic - it really does behave like four separate guns firing at once. Each barrel fires wildly different rounds with different spreads and behaviors: one’s clearly a precision weapon like a scout or sniper rifle, one has a colossal spread like a shotgun, and the other two look like busted auto rifles. None of it goes in the direction you’d expect, but put enough bullets in the air and something's gotta hit. It makes a weird rattling sound that is the sonic definition of the word “ratchet." Once you masterwork it, it gains a little light on the side to indicate what mode it's in and you literally thump the side of the gun to get it to change modes. It's a junkyard weapon through and through.

If you find yourself perennially unable to pick a kinetic weapon, Cerberus+1 might be for you. It’s really useful in waves of mixed enemy types where there might be lots of low-health targets with a handful of bigger enemies; sweeping Cerberus+1 across the wave will mow down the weaker targets with the auto rifle fire so you can then aim down sights to do precision damage on the stronger ones without switching weapons.

The ornament "Four-Headed Mongrel" ironically cleans the gun up quite a bit. I guess Jeza fixed it up once she made it back home and decided to make this nonsense weapon into a real thing. And you know what? I'm glad she did.

Destiny 2 Compendium Armarum Exoticarum

#Destiny 2 #Cerberus+1 #rattling jank gun #so much fun #put enough bullets in the air and something's gotta hit!#Destiny Compendium Exoticarum #this is the wager of existence #Destiny

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fierceathlete-a · 5 years ago

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@applemuses liked this to hear Meg’s dumb nickname for them all 8 of their dbd muses gdi

Okay I’m doing this as a list instead since you have so many muses

Julie - Bad JuJu, Junkyard Julie, Cheap Jewels, Bitch Needs A Snickers Susie - Hand-Me-Downs Galore, Bedhead, Sewing Freak, Stitches Frank - Freaky Friday, Freakazoid, Rat Bastard, Duke of Dirt Joey - JoJo’s Bizzare Fashion Sense, Joe Snow, Dat Voice Tho Quentin Smith - Sleeping Beauty, Quen, Snuggle Buddy, Bed Bug The Huntress (Anna) - Rabid Rabbit, Bunster, Mama Bunny, Yeet Dat Axe Claudette Morel - Personal Nurse, Medic, Mother Morel, Poison Ivy Wannabe Kate Denson - Katie Perry, Country Cunt, Generic Acoustic Guitar Girl, Bottle Blonde

#Bad Apple Spoils The Barrel // applemuses #Listen To Me // headcanons #;julie #;susie #;frank morrison #;joey #;quentin smith #;huntress #;claudette morel #;kate denson

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abstract-focus · 3 years ago

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Aaahhhhh Punch You In The Face Feat. Bloody Moon - Junkyard Juju - SoundCloud

Listen to Aaahhhhh Punch You In The Face Feat. Bloody Moon - Junkyard Juju by Junkyard Juju on #SoundCloud

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#SoundCloud

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aaronmblevin · 7 years ago

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100 Awesome Folkways LPs

Back in 2005 I had just dropped out of graduate school and returned to Edmonton, Alberta. I was waiting for the semester to start so I could begin my journey as a mathematician. I'm indebted to my friend Christopher Bateman (co-author of In Fine Style) who told me that there was a collection of Folkways Records at the University of Alberta. An entire collection?! Wow! The only other complete collection was at the Smithsonian Museum! And I had nothing to do all day (except for my string of terrible minnimum wage jobs)!

I started visiting folkwaysAlive!, the small Folkways centre (photos below), regularly and digging through their collection. Most of the knowledge about Folkways at the time was centred on their incredible collection of ethnographic recordings. However, as I began looking through the catalog I was finding all kinds of weird and amusing records. There was one titled Speach After the Removal of the Larynx and another called Sounds of the Junkyard. Even more, there were famous composers of electronic music who had published LPs on folkways. What were those doing there? It turns out that Folkways founder Moses Asch was determined to capture all "sound" and that in the pure pursuit of this philosophy several LPs of collateral damage would delight the catalog.

Some years later I had a radio show on CJSR where I played music entirely from the Folkways collection (the show was appropriately titled The Sounds of Folkways). At the same time I was trying to capitalize on my newfound knowledge and tried to pitch a book and/or column to various people titled 100 Weird and Wonderful LPs on Folkways. I wasn't successful, but in the process I had made a "list of weird Folkways LPs" and that's what I'd like to share today.

Here is my list. It's not complete. It's not a list of "the best folkways LPs." It's just a list of Folkways records I happen to like and think weird or cool. Thus, there are large omissions in categories like Blues and Ethnomusicology, which contain many of the most incredible Folkways records.

You can find music clips for most of these LPs on YouTube. This list is a decade old, so there's probably some errata and some of the catalog numbers aren't likely correct.

I hope you enjoy.

PS - I still need a copy of Speach After the Removal of the Layrnx!

PPS - I'm forward thankful to Lorna Arndt who so graciously let me hang out in the folkwaysAlive! office!

Avant-Garde / Electronic

FW 34006 – Music of Ann McMillan - Whale-Wail, In Peace, En Paix

FW 33451 – Gateway Summer Sound – Abstracted Animal & Other Sounds Composed by Ann McMillan

FW 33855 – Reelizations – Composed and Preformed by Barton Smith

FW 33856 – Reelizations Vol. 2 – Composed and Preformed by Barton Smith

FW 37464 – Dariush Dolat-Shahi – Electronic Music Tar and Setar

FW 37467 – Dariush Dolat-Shahi – Ostashagah

FW 03434 – Eight Electronic Pieces – Todd Dockstader

FTQ 33951 - Ilhan Mimaroglu - To Kill a Sunrise and La Ruche

FW 31313 – Gamelan in the New World Vol.1

FW 31312 – Gamelan in the New World Vol. 2

FSS 33878 - Israeli Electroacoustic Music

FS 003861 – Radio Programme No. 1 Audio Collage / Henry Jacob’s Music & FolkloreFT 03704? – Indeterminacy (John Cage Reading and David Tudor Music)

FW 47902 – Invocations – Richard Kostelanetz

FX 06250 - Science Fiction Sound Effects Record

FW 06160 – Sounds of New Music

FW 06241 – Travelon Gamelon – Music for Bicycles – Richard Lerman

FW 33440 – Outer Space Music by Vaclav Nelhybel

FW 33436 – Electronic Music

FW 06253 – Futuribile the Life to Come – Gianni safred and his Electronic Instruments

FM 03349 – The Piano Music of Henry Cowell

FW 03438 – Electronic Music From Razor Blades to Moog – Produced & Composed by J.D. Robb

FW 33435 – J.D. Robb - Rhythmania & Other Electronic Compositions

FW 33439 – Music by Jean ivey for Voices, Instruments, and Tape

FW 33445 – Jon Appleton – Music for Synclavier and other Digital Systems

FW 33437 – The World Music Theatre of

FW 33442 – The Dartmouth Digital Synthesizer

FW 37461 – Jon Appleton – Four Fantasies for Synclavier

FW 33450 – McLean: Electro-Symphonic Landscapes

FW 36050 – Electronic Music from the Outside In

FW 37465 – Computer Music from the Outside In

FW 37475 – Computer Music

FSS 6301 – Highlights of Vortex

FW 33431 – Extended Piano (Elliot Schwartz)

FW 33901 – New American Music Vol. 1

FW 33902 – New American Music Vol. 2

FW 33903 – New American Music Vol. 3

FW 33904 – New American Music Vol. 4

FW 33441 – Tract: A Composition of Agitprop Music for Electromagnetic Tape by Ilhan Mimaroglu

Ethnographic

FW 31306 – The Nuru Taa African Musical Idiom: Played on the Mama-Likembi (Nadi Qamar)

FW 08975 - Mushroom Ceremoney of the Mazatec Indians of Mexico

FW 08512 – Music of Upper-Egypt

FW 04457 – The Pygmies of the Ituri Forest

FE 4377 - Modern Maya: The Indian Music of Chiapas, Mexico

FE 4379 - Modern Maya: The Indian Music of CHiapas, Mexico - Vol. 2

FC 7755 - Bilal Abdurahman – Echoes Of Timbuktu And Beyond

Folk

FG 3526 - Elizabeth Cotton - Folksongs And Instrumentals With Guitar

FTS 31003 - Elizabeth Cotton - Vol. 2: Shake Sugaree

FW 03537 - Elizabeth Cotton - Vol. 3: When I'm Gone

FW 07535 – Innovative Rythmic and Tonal Textures for developing Creative Motor Skill Activities (Bilal Abdurahman)

FW 07540 – Sound Rhythm Rhyme and Mime for Children (Bilal Abdurahman)

FW 03581 - Mike Hurley – First Songs

FW 07520 – Ghetto Reality (Nancy Dupree)

FW 32850 – Niss Puk Band – No More Nukes

FW 32852 – Roger Matura – The Outrage Grows

FW 32851 – Roger Matura – Times are Gonna Get Harder

BR 304 - The Village Fugs - Sing Ballads Of Contemporary Protest, Point Of Views, And General Dissatisfaction

PAR 01020 – A Grain of Sand: Music for the Struggle by Asians in America

FTS 31066 - Lucinda Williams - Ramblin' on My Mind

FTS 31067 - Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues

FA 2951 - Anthology of American Folk Music Volume One: Ballads (Harry Smith)

FA 2951 - Anthology of American Folk Music Volume Two: Social Music (Harry Smith)

FA 2951 - Anthology of American Folk Music Volume Three: Songs (Harry Smith)

Jazz

FW 33867 – East New York Ensemble de Music at the Helm

FW 33866 – Entourage

FW 33870 – The Neptune Collection – The Entourage Music & Theatre Ensemble

FW 05403 – From the Cold Jaws of Prison

FW 09718 – Kenneth Patchen reads with Jazz in Canada

FW 02966 – Mary Lou Williams – The Asch Recordings 1944-1947

FW 02843 – Mary Lou Williams – Black Christ of the Andes

FSS 37462 - Bertram Turetzky - A Different View

New Age

FW 06195 – Clouds: New Music for Relaxation Vol. 1 (Craig Kupka)

FW 06916 – Crystals: New Music for Relxation Vol. 2 (Craig Kupka)

FW 37463 – Charles Compo – Seven Flute Solos

Soul / Funk / R&B

FW 32863 – Into Morning – Charles Cha-Cha Shaw

FW 32870 – Kingdom Come – Cha Cha Shaw

FW 31037 – Climbing High Mountains – Juanita Johnson & The Gospel Tones

FW 33868 – The Montgomery Movement featuring The Montgomery Express

FW 09723 – Underground Streets – Words and Original Music by Normal Riley

FW 09710 – Boss Soul – 12 Poems by Sarah Webster Fabio set to Drum Talk, Rhythms & Images

FW 09715 – Together to the tune of Coltranes “Equinox” (Sarah Webster Fabio)

FW 09714 – Jujus Alchemy of the Blues – Poems by Sarah Webster Fabio Read by Sarah Webster Fabio with Musical Background

Spoken Word

FC 7471 - Rev. Howard Finster - Man of Many Voices

FW 06134 – Speech After the Removal of the Larynx

FW 05401 – Angela Davis Speaks

FW 09871 – Dante: The Inferno

FW 06102 – Interview with Sir Edmun Hillary – Mountain Climbing

FW 09711 – Soul Ain’t Soul Is – Poems by Sarah Webster Fabio

FW 05404 – The End of the World

FW 09701 – The Psychedelic Experience (Timothy Leary)

FW 055338 – What If I am a Women? Black Women’s Speeches Narrate by Ruby Dee

Strange

FW 06118 – Playing Music With Animals – The Interspecies Communication of Jim Nollman with 300 Turkeys, 12 Wolves and 20 Orca Whales

FW 06143 – The Sounds of the Junk Yard

SFW 45060 – Sounds of North American Frogs

FW 06142 – Sounds of the Office

FW 06121 – Sounds of the Sea Vol. 1

FW 06122 – Sounds of the Sea Vol. 2

FW 05589 – Street and Gangland Rhythms

FW 05580 – A Dog’s Life (Tony Schwartz)

FW 05562 – The World in My Mailbox (Tony Schwartz)

FW 05581 – Music in the Streets (Tony Schwartz)

FW 06200 – Voices of Satellites

FW 06123 – Vox Humana

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